Messala sneered at him, maneuvering his chariot closer. Leo saw the cruel iron spikes attached to the wheels of Messala's rig, designed to shred the spokes of any competitor who dared get too close.

Leo sat in stunned silence for a moment. Then, a smile slowly spread across his face. He picked up his phone and dialed his grandfather.

Leo reached out to refresh the page, but as his finger brushed the trackpad, a sudden, blinding flash of light erupted from the monitor.